Cate only had two contacts in her phone, Ellie Robson, and someone called Fred.

Ellie had convinced Cate that there was some great conspiracy.

- [Cate screaming] - [Lily wailing] Where are we with forensics?

Other than the family, Mia and Margaret, there are four unidentified DNA traces.

You're hurling yourself into work to avoid dealing with your grief.

Yeah, or maybe I'm doing it because I'm trying to find out who killed a young woman who was brave enough to bring that tyrant down.

Bergerac's address.

And what am I expected to do with this?

Use your imagination.

CHLOE: That's Sophie Armstrong.

I'd have never pursued this if I'd known.

- Kim left with a man.

- Who?

JOHN: Vengeance is mine.

I will repay.

[tense music] - [shallow breathing] - [rustling noises] [Lily coos] [tense music builds] [car rumbles outside] No!

No, no, no, no, no, no.

No.

[rapid, shallow breathing] [Lily coos] [front door slams] [footsteps approaching] [breathing shakily] [suspenseful music] [Lily coos] [breathing shakily] You've been speaking to Ellie Robson.

I think it's time the world knew what this family is.

[chuckling] Yes.

I'm sure that sounded marvelous in your head.

[Cate gasps] ♪♪♪ [papers rustling] I see.

This would destroy you, too.

- You'd lose everything.

- I don't care.

Well, I don't believe you, but very well.

Sleeping with Julien cost this.

Continuing to sleep with him will cost more.

So, how much do you want?

I don't want more of this.

Because it's not yours to give.

- [Margaret chuckles wryly] - Or the Wakefields.

It's stolen goods.

But if I stay, I'll become too used to it.

Then I'll hear about something else you all did and I'll think, "Okay, but next time I'll say something."

But I won't.

And bit by bit, I'll vanish.

Bit by bit, this family will devour everything that's good in me.

And then I'll be you.

[tense music builds] [theme music] [office din echoes softly] DALAL: [echoing] When was the last time you saw Blakely?

What?

What did you say?

When was the last time you saw Blakely?

When I was, um, at his-- at his hostel.

Right, and remind us what happened there?

Uh, he'd gone to the press.

Uh, he said the Wakefields are supporting him.

Um, he says I falsified evidence against him 10 years ago.

That's what this whole thing is about.

[somber music] [Bergerac sighs] Uh, okay, right.

What-- Um, we need-- Uh... Has anyone contacted the NCA?

Uh, and we need a BOLO issued to all officers.

And, um, uh, sniffer dogs.

Um, uh... We need informants to get the list.

Where's the fucking list?

Talk to all of them, all the informants!

Jim, you can't be part of this.

You know you can't.

- Leave it to us.

- Uh, unto us.

"To us?"

Who-- Who is "us?"

Is it him?

Jesus, is "us" him, Uma?

Because, no, he-- from day one, he-- You can't give this to him.

He-- DALAL: We'll have ears on your mobile in the next hour.

If you hear anything before then, you tell us, okay?

But for now... [sighs heavily] I need you to go home.

Come on.

Come on.

[somber music] Barney, that was unforgivable.

We're good, Jim.

Like Uma said, we've got it.

[door latch clicks] Barney, I need a word.

[office din] There's an SIO coming from the mainland.

Very experienced.

Dealt with abductions like this before.

This is not a reflection on you.

But I've asked him to take the lead on this.

That's twice now.

What kind of message does that send about your faith in me?

A much better message than Kim Bergerac turning up dead.

[tense music] [sighs] Anything?

What happens?

I mean, what happens now?

What are they doing?

I don't know.

There's a process, okay?

There's a hundred things that we do in this situation.

But we have an advantage.

Okay?

We know who has her.

We-- Who is it?

[sighs] Someone I put in prison ten years ago.

The guy, remember?

He took a child, and I found her.

It's him.

Then why are you here?

You found this child before.

And you said you were Jersey's child abduction expert.

You literally said that just the other day.

So why are you here?

Charlie, I work with these people.

- They will find her.

- [phone ringing] This has no caller ID.

You-- You better... [phone ringing] Yeah?

JOHN: Who's listening, Jim?

I'm assuming there's a trace on your phone.

Have you put one on Granny's, too?

Don't lie to me, now.

Look, ah, it's just me and her.

Listen, John... let her go.

This is between us.

Okay, so just tell me where you are, and I can come right now.

No police, and-- and we can talk, just the two of us.

JOHN: You sound scared.

I'm terrified.

JOHN: Yeah, Kim's scared, too.

[Charlie whimpers softly] Tell me something.

You're still saying you didn't falsify the evidence against me, right?

- I am, yeah.

- JOHN: Hmm.

Well, then, we've got a proble.

Because if I was to say, "To get your daughter back, you have to go to the place you planted the strand of hair" you wouldn't have a clue what I was talking about, would you?

[disconnection beeps] I'm gonna need your phone.

What's the passcode?

Rachel's birthdate.

Do you know where he means?

Um... yeah, I think so.

So this is your fault.

[tense music] [Bergerac grunts] [Bergerac sighs] Don't talk to the police.

♪♪♪ [Charlie sighs heavily] - You're not into-- - [door bangs loudly] MAN: Police, police!

I'm trying to locate John Blakely.

Who's the supervisor?

Where's Blakely's room?

[door creaks] Thanks.

[hum of whispered conversation] [clattering noises] We'll be there soon.

[running footsteps] [door latch clicks] [Kara breathing heavily] [tense music builds] Tommy Guthrie.

Yeah, I thought so.

You shared a cell with John Blakely in La Moye?

Oh, you've saved us a journey.

We were just about to visit you at-- yeah, 15A Despard Road.

So, what are you doing here?

What, you just thought you'd drop by to say hello to your mate?

Yeah, but-- but he's not here, so I-- I was just gonna shoot.

All right.

Only... I noticed a sleeping bag on the floor in his room.

Tommy?

You're not staying here, are you?

No.

'Cause that'd breach your conditions of residence, which could get you sent back to prison to complete your sentence.

No, man, I'm just here to see John, like I said.

Well, why don't I give you a lift back to your registered address, then?

There's people there, yeah?

Like... people from before.

And-- And I want to stop that shit.

So John was like, "Use my floor, Tommy."

Stay safe.

But you like it here, though?

Yeah, there's table football, and I'm crazy good.

How about this?

I see if I can get your residence changed to here, and you tell me what you and John talk about during your sleepovers.

[Tommy sighs] [dramatic music] We found three possible locations.

Kara's emailing Simon now.

Do you want us to go and check those out?

DALAL: No, get back here.

I've got my SIO arriving any minute.

I need you to brief him on where we are.

What SIO?

The one who's replacing me when we get back.

I'm being demoted again.

Oh, I'm sorry, Barney, that sucks.

Am I shit, and no one's telling me?

- No.

- [scoffs] No, of course you're not.

Bergerac had his chance, right?

He had a big, career-defining case.

That was ten years ago.

Which, by the way, the rest of us are still mopping up.

MOLLOY: Can I be honest with you, Barney?

And don't think I haven't noticed that you all call him Boss.

Can I be honest with you, Boss?

The "mopping up" is that his daughter has been kidnapped by a sociopath.

Okay, please don't take this the wrong way, but put your fucking big boy pants on.

Right, shall we go?

All right.

- Barney?

- Yes, yes.

I said yes, God.

Hey, DCI Jim Bergerac.

Look, I think someone's left a message for me here, maybe a letter or something?

DUNCAN: Yeah, hold up.

Hold up.

Yeah, the courier dropped it off about an hour ago.

I did recognize the name.

I said it doesn't work here, you want the main headquarters, but of course she's got her earphones in, - so she's like, "What?"

- Thank you.

I said, "Take your earphones..." [paper rustling] [Bergerac breathing shakily] [tense music] [line ringing] JOHN: You didn't fake any evidence, yet you knew exactly where to come.

Well, that is weird.

I know how your mind works, John.

I know how this story you've told yourself goes.

JOHN: I am sorry about your wife.

It was slow, wasn't it?

That must have been hard.

Don't talk about her.

JOHN: Oh, today is all about getting stuff off your chest.

Come out from where you're hiding, - I'll tell you all about it.

- JOHN: Oh, I wish I could.

But I'm miles away.

When you answered the phone, you said I knew where to come, not, I knew where to go.

JOHN: Oh, clever, Jim, you got me.

I have to say, you look like shit.

[ominous music] I'm here.

Oh, you-- you can't see me waving?

Look up.

Look up.

No, look down.

No, you-- to your left, I'm on your left.

No, Jim, your left.

- Come out, you fucking coward!

- JOHN: Oh!

Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa, Jim.

Imagine if Kim heard you using language like that.

[sighs heavily] Have we calmed down now?

- Yeah.

- JOHN: Good lad.

Okay, leave the phone on the ground, go to your car, put the keys on the front seat, - and get in the boot.

- In the boot?

- JOHN: Bye, Jim.

- [disconnection beeps] [Bergerac sighs] ♪♪♪ [car horn unlocking honks] [keys jingle] ♪♪♪ [sighs] [tense music builds] [Bergerac sighs] [thumping outside] [Bergerac breathing shakily] [car starting] [rumble of acceleration] ♪♪♪ [office din] Oh, here he is.

Barney, this is Doug Marsh.

Uma says you went to Blakely's hostel.

Yeah, uh, Kara spoke to this guy, Tommy.

He's a friend of Blakely's, gave us three possible locations.

I think Simon's got them up on the board.

Great.

Belmont Gospel Hall.

Blakely goes to his Bible meetings there, and has a set of keys.

He goes in early, and sets out the chairs.

And then, uh, there's a stately home where he would go on school holidays.

Loved it there, apparently, his only happy memory as a kid.

We don't know the name, but apparently, it is closed down now.

Oh, that could be, um... oh!

What's it called?

Pelham Hall.

Here.

Uh, and a-- a barn in Sion.

He used to hike there as a student.

It's a very rural area, though.

Lots of farms, small holdings.

This is where she'll be.

Low population density, residences spread far apart.

Very little chance of being overseen or overheard.

Sorry, can-- can I just... Sion's a 30-minute drive from where she was last seen.

And that's through half a dozen busy villages.

Now, that is a long time to keep someone subdued without drawing any kind of attention, right?

So I would perhaps send someone to the stately home.

A couple of bodies, just because it's closer.

And-- And that's surrounded by woodland.

We have what at our disposal?

Ten officers?

12, tops?

Half that, once you cover the ports, and the airport.

Yeah?

Where's he most likely to be?

And I'm not sending one spotty lad on a bicycle because the rest are out searching anywhere Blakely went on a summer holiday.

Class dismissed.

[Dalal sighs] MOLLOY: Are you thinking what I'm thinking?

[sighs] [Bergerac gasps] JOHN: Hello, Jim.

Out.

[low, suspenseful music] ♪♪♪ [door creaks] - [door slams] - [lock clicks] KIM: Dad!

Oh!

Jesus Christ.

Oh!

Are you okay, Love?

Dad, what's happening?

[chain rattles] It's okay.

All right?

It's all right.

It's nearly over.

I promise.

Now, listen to me.

- Did he hurt you?

- No.

- No.

- Are you sure?

- No.

- JOHN: She said no!

♪♪♪ This was never about her.

Well, at least not entirely.

This is about you.

Right, well, you've got me now.

So let her go.

Oh, all in good time.

BERGERAC: Promise.

Don't you fuckin'-- Go on.

Now, Kim, a bit of background.

Otherwise, none of this is gonna make any sense.

Ten years ago, your father falsified evidence against me.

Sent me to prison.

He wouldn't do that.

JOHN: That's adorable.

But sadly, not true.

As he's about to explain.

You want a confession?

I can't confess to something I didn't do.

Oh, I have faith in you, Jim.

Dig deep.

Well, you've already convinced yourself that it happened.

What difference does me saying it make?

CROZIER: I'll take the front.

You want to go around the far side?

Sure.

You know, when I was released, I went home.

And my parents, they hadn't visited me once.

Not once.

So I wasn't expecting a party, or some fucking banner across the door.

[wood groaning] Now, my father, he must have seen me coming, because he was waiting at the door when I reached the gate.

He told me to stop where I was.

He had a walking stick in his hand, and he shifted the stick, so it was lower down.

So the handle was like a... like a weapon.

And me, like a dog.

That's how he looked at me.

Like I was a dog with foam around its mouth.

D-- Don't.

I want to change the way she looks at you.

[ominous music] ♪♪♪ If I do this, what then?

Well, then, it's over.

[phone button beeps] [breathing shakily] [somber music] Finding the girl was easy.

Just policing.

Eyewitnesses looking at maps.

And I knew it was you.

I knew from the very first interview.

But we had no proof.

We played Sophie a tape of your voice, she said, "That's him."

But she was blindfolded.

It wasn't enough.

You were gonna get away with it.

And so I took a strand of her hair, I went to the garage, I put it in your car, and I requested a second search.

[John sighs forcefully] JOHN: Finally.

It wasn't so hard, was it?

I haven't finished.

I did it.

Because you're an animal.

You think that you didn't hurt that girl?

I bet you say to yourself, "Oh, no, I didn't lay a finger on her."

But you did.

You fucking terrorized her.

And so I did it.

Because you deserved to go to prison.

But not like that.

I was a-- a hero.

And I loved it.

All of it.

The-- The respect, and the status.

My God.

[breathing shakily] The way my wife looked at me.

But it was a lie.

And the lie became heavier, and heavier.

And, now... We're here.

A decade later.

And I am exhausted from carrying it.

[metal creaking] Yeah, I thought that was gonna make me feel better.

[gun safety clicks] No!

No, oh my God!

Please don't hurt him.

Oh, shit.

Jim, you idiot.

- [sighs heavily] - [radio beeps] KIM: No, no!

Oh my God!

- Please don't hurt him!

- Close your eyes, Kim.

[Kim sobbing softly] - [radio beeps] - MOLLOY: Barney, where are you?

- [clanging] - Whoa!

[crashing thud] [fighting grunts] KIM: No!

[screams] Barney!

- You all right?

- They're in there.

- Blakely's armed.

- Oh, Jesus.

[fighting grunts] John Blakely located at Pelham Hall, Rue de Amnistie.

He has Bergerac, and his daughter.

He's armed.

- Advise silent approach.

- DISPATCH: All received.

- [fighting grunts] - KIM: No!

- [Kim screams] - [fighting grunts] - KIM: No!

- [gunshot booms] DISPATCH: Do not attempt to enter the premises.

Request for ARVs sent.

Switch to Channel... Barney, no!

KIM: [screams] Dad!

- [fighting grunts] - KIM: Dad!

[struggling grunts] [fighting grunts] - KIM: Dad!

[screams] - [fighting grunts] [crashing thud] [fighting grunts] [tense music builds] [grunt of effort] - [John panting] - KIM: Dad!

- Dad!

- [fighting grunts] [John panting raggedly] [John grunting] [fighting grunts] JOHN: Ah!

[groaning] [pained moans] BERGERAC: Barney.

[gun clatters] [Bergerac grunts] DISPATCH: Are you close yet?

Kara, are you there?

Kara, can you hear me?

Please.

DC Molloy?

Are you okay?

CROZIER: John Blakely, you're under arrest for suspicion of the abduction of Kim Bergerac, and the attempted murder of DCI Bergerac.

[Bergerac panting] CROZIER: You don't have to say anything... [sirens wail distantly] Margaret's been charged with Perverting the Course of Justice and released on bail.

But not for murder?

Well, I think that's imminent.

So, we need to work out our next move.

Now, you know you're, uh, you're gonna go to prison for faking the ransom demand.

However, there are prisons, and there are prisons.

And any half-decent lawyer will argue that, uh, your actions were the result of grief and shock, and get you sent somewhere where, I don't know, they'll have art classes, a little vegetable garden, somewhere where they won't put broken glass in your mashed potato.

When you're saying... half-decent lawyer, you mean?

A very expensive one.

Hmm.

So, what do you need in exchange?

Well, you know about Ellie Robson, and what she's been saying I did.

But it turns out that she reached out to Cate.

And Cate was planning on going to the press.

I mean, it's horrific what Margaret did.

And perhaps you were thinking about memorializing Cate in some way.

Finish her unfinished business, publish, and be damned.

But my advice to you... is, don't.

What about Bergerac?

ARTHUR: I don't think we need to worry about him.

He's got his hands full right now.

So Cate would have died for nothing, then?

Honestly... I think most people do.

[chuckles wryly] [Arthur sighs] What are you going to do about Margaret?

It's done.

[somber music] [cell door lock clanks] ♪♪♪ [horn honks] [opera music plays over stereo] [sighs] [remote button beeping] [clattering] [sniffling] Oh, is it-- is it really bad?

No, no, not at all.

Yeah, it's faded a lot already.

Mm-hmm.

Jesus, your face.

How's Kim doing?

Well, she's shaken up.

She's, um... at her grandmother's.

I'm heading over there now.

What you did today wasn't heroic or selfless.

It was moronic, and spectacularly reckless.

Same goes for you two.

I don't know what's wrong with you all.

We have protocols.

Ways of doing things that have been arrived at through successful outcomes.

They're not bloody serving suggestions.

What happens next?

You've given your statement, yes?

We'll need one from Kim.

Oh, I meant with the Wakefield case.

I know what you meant.

But that's Barney's concern against my better judgement, not yours.

Just go home.

And stay there.

Um, thank you.

I think you saved my life.

No, don't say that.

I guess it's over, then.

[whispered chatter] [dramatic music] ♪♪♪ [music turns melancholic] DALAL: All right, the Wakefield case.

We're still liking Margaret, correct?

The messages on Cate's phone.

How Margaret has always resented Cate for invading the Wakefields.

How she's just a gold digger.

They've been a bit of a game changer.

They were to someone called Fred, weren't they?

Did we ever find out who that was?

We are still looking.

I mean, it's probably just someone from Cate's spin class.

But for now, we've got enough to bring in Margaret.

It's all yours, Barney.

Right, Margaret Heaton.

Let's be having you.

[intriguing music] ♪♪♪ - Nice room.

- PETE: Thank you.

It's where I see my private clients.

Look, I'm sorry, I didn't realize you had a private practice.

I thought all you did was deal with, um, hairy-ass coppers.

[Pete laughing] Uh, no, but, um, lovely as that sounds.

So, um, tell me what the hell happened.

She was abducted.

- PETE: Wow.

- John Blakely.

He didn't hurt her, but, uh, she's going to need some help.

So, uh, do you know of anyone who could... You know, when she's ready to talk about it.

Oh, yes, um... I do.

Hold on.

Right, his, uh, name is Ben.

He's a trauma specialist.

He's-- He's great.

And say it's an emergency, say you spoke to me.

- Thank you.

- Right.

So, uh... have you left the case?

Well, they're about to make an arrest, and some stuff is going to come out about me and Blakely.

I faked some evidence, so that's a whole big thing, and I might end up in prison.

What?

Uh, uh-- You said Blakely was guilty.

Yeah, but the two things aren't mutually exclusive.

Who-- Who are they arresting?

- Is this a session?

- What?

No.

Um, oh-- confidentiality.

Um, no, don't worry.

Same rules apply.

Okay.

It was Margaret.

The PA.

- [distant door closing] - [distant footsteps] Oh, uh.

Sorry, that's my wife.

It's fine, she won't come down.

I said I had a client here.

Is that your second wife?

No, first.

Well, I mean, so far.

You said your wife was dead.

I did, didn't I?

That was a... Sorry, that was a little-- a little white lie.

You were going to stop our sessions, uh, and I felt there was still so much work to do.

Okay, I wouldn't call that a white lie.

I am sorry if you feel I misled you.

I don't feel you did.

You did.

Margaret.

What was the motive?

Arthur Wakefield, he committed fraud.

Cate was going to go to the press.

Sorry.

I'm still confused about the thing with your wife.

You said a request had been made on my behalf, and you volunteered, because you'd lost your wife.

We had a shared experience, so you thought you'd have something to offer me.

[sighing] All clients aren't equal, okay?

Um... Some are just... dull.

I mean, I mean, really dull.

No therapist will ever admit this, by the way.

But I, I just thought, well, you'd be interesting.

And was I?

All I did was download about the case.

As I said, we weren't always talking about the case when we were talking about the case, I mean, just as I don't believe you are really here for the number of a trauma specialist.

Okay, so why do you think I'm here?

You promised Kim a conversation about her mum, but the case kept getting in the way.

The case is over now.

There are no distractions left.

It's not a problem, you know, talking about... You have turned this into this huge thing.

I can actually talk about her.

Oh, sure, sure, but maybe you need a dry run.

Hmm?

Tell me about the night she died.

[sighing] It took six days.

[soft dramatic music] I mean, technically, it was six months.

But to die... it took her six days.

I don't remember a lot of it.

I think you do.

I think you're there now.

There was a picture.

I was sat on the right-hand side of her bed, and there was her picture on the opposite wall.

What was the picture of?

Um... Just, you know, generic.

Hills, pastel colors, um... hmm!

I spent six days staring at that picture.

It's burned into my brain.

And I hated it, because it said that death was peaceful and tranquil.

But it isn't.

It's-- It's, uh... A bare-knuckle fight.

It's... It's decay.

♪♪♪ [music stops abruptly] Is that something you have to consider?

You know, what your client's going to be looking at for months on end?

It's a consideration, I suppose, yeah.

Tell me about those six days.

You've gone for the bookcase.

Classic.

That was mainly about having somewhere to keep my books.

Tell me about those six days.

What were you thinking?

Sorry, I should have said.

I take sugar.

Do you have any?

Jim... How many?

Just the one.

Just a sec.

[intriguing music] [door opens] ♪♪♪ [door opens] - Here.

- Thank you.

So, that session, when you said we weren't talking about the case when we were talking about the case, that was when you told me to ignore all my doubts about me and Tomos.

Uh, if I recall, I asked you to look at what was underpinning that.

You know Uma sacked me.

Before everything happened with Kim, because I went to see Blakely, which you told her about.

I have a duty of care to you and the people around you.

It says so in that form I asked you to sign before our first session.

Was Cate Wakefield a client of yours?

Why on earth do you ask that?

She was very unhappy.

Cate was in contact with someone she called Fred.

The cable for that lamp cuts across the spines of those books.

It covers the "U" in Freud.

I think Cate spent hours sitting in this chair, looking at that bookcase behind you, seeing that word, "Fred".

Just as I was staring at that picture in my wife's hospital room.

In Cate's mind, you became synonymous with that word.

Look, Jim-- But why would you lie about it, I mean, I mean, you'd know that you couldn't - be my therapist.

- Okay, okay.

I'm going to have to choose my words carefully now, but that, you know, is-- is fanciful.

No, and it didn't just... You asked to be my therapist.

You volunteered.

I've explained that!

I've... I've explained that.

How hard do you think it would be to obtain a list of your clients?

She was a client.

She was lonely.

There was not a very healthy dynamic in the Wakefield house.

So after-- after she died I wanted to take you on, so I could see how the case was going.

You know, I was fond of her.

It was a mistake.

I realize that now.

Cate's second phone was so she could communicate with Ellie Robson.

Why were you on there?

She didn't want Julien to know she came here, or any of them.

You were in contact with her the night she died.

She told you she was leaving.

You wished her well.

I was very sorry to see her go, but I understood.

I mean, if you had seen the messages, you'd know what Margaret had been saying about her.

But here's the thing.

That was your second phone, too.

We tried to trace the number, it's a pay-as-you-go.

I have a separate phone for clients.

No, I'm a client.

You didn't give that number to me.

I think you only ever gave it to Cate.

Because even though she didn't know it, she was different.

She was special to you.

Were you in love with her?

I wasn't in love with her, Jim, no.

This was your last chance, hmm?

You couldn't tell her in a text, so you went to her house.

PETE: This is getting a little old now.

Did you ask her to stay?

Hmm?

Start a life with you?

Or were you going to run away together?

Either way, she says no.

She says maybe she's going to tell your wife, then you fight.

Right, my wife is here, so I need you to go.

And you leave your DNA.

Remember I told you how hard it is to get away with murder because of how sophisticated forensics are?

The problem is, they have to be on file, otherwise we can't find them, unless we know where to look.

So tell me, Pete, are we going to find you on there?

Okay, okay, this is absolutely... I'm at fault!

I'm at fault!

I admit that.

The, uh... The, uh... patient-counselor relationship is complex.

It's... intense.

I mean, you share so much.

Uh, maybe, um... Maybe I, uh, need to take a beat, and... examine that.

If, if... you're imagining some-- some-- some-- some-- some... some... Oh, God.

Oh, God.

Oh, God.

[hyperventilating] [Pete sobbing] Oh, God.

[heavy breathing] See, the thing is... I would have made her so happy.

She was... [intriguing music] Pete Benedict, I am arresting you in suspicion of the murder of Cate Wakefield.

Some time between eight and ten p.m.

on Tuesday, 3rd of September, 2024.

[deep exhale] PETE: Okay.

♪♪♪ Okay, so we open with her lying about the car, yeah?

That leads us to motive.

Protect Arthur.

Then, bosh, home in time for Bake Off, yeah?

Yeah.

You haven't done many of these, have you?

No.

A couple.

Right, well, you follow my lead, and have fun with it, okay?

Good luck.

Hold on, hold on.

I'm with-- I'm with Barney now.

It's Bergerac.

♪♪♪ CHLOE: Margaret, hi.

Did you want to grab a table or...?

No, I'm not stopping.

Um, Cate was about to run away.

She said there was a level of toxicity in the house that she couldn't tolerate.

And that if she stayed any longer, she'd become like me.

I wanted to kill her.

So much so that when we came back that night, I... I wondered for a moment if I had done it.

I have something for you.

There are different kinds of truth.

There are the blatant facts, night follows day.

And then there are truths that are so big... It's like looking at a painting with a magnifying glass.

You have to stand back to see it.

I stood back.

[tense music] I had quite the view.

♪♪♪ [deep exhale] ♪♪♪ Ten years ago, I planted forensic evidence in John Blakely's car.

And on his phone, there is a voice recording of me admitting it.

I've heard it.

What?

How?

DALAL: Never you mind.

Uh, yeah, well, anyway, um... I-- I want the matter investigated.

Is that the only time you planted evidence?

Or faked evidence?

Yes.

- Yes, of course.

- Good.

Then, having considered the matter, I've decided to take no further action.

No, we... we need to get in front of it.

When Blakely's case comes to trial, you'll want it admitted as evidence.

There isn't a jury in the world that would believe it.

You had a gun pointing at you.

I'd say I was the Unabomber if I had a gun pointing at me.

Not if I say it's true.

DALAL: How selfish.

My God, Jim, how utterly self-indulgent.

What?

Sorry, what?

All the other people you put in prison since then, they'll all want retrials.

That taxi driver that assaulted those girls.

That doctor who killed his wife.

Pete Benedict.

We won't even get him to court if this comes out.

So who, ultimately, would you be serving here?

Not their victims.

Not Cate Wakefield.

No one but you.

I've... I've carried this for ten years.

And so you should.

Right.

Run along.

I've got a thing.

Oh, by the way, we're dropping charges against Mia and Tomos.

And they're thinking of making an application to adopt Lily.

Wow.

What are their chances?

Slim, but slim's okay.

We can work with slim.

Uh, what about Arthur Wakefield?

DALAL: Not much we can do about him, sadly.

Let's just hope karma really is a bitch.

[voicemail beep] Margaret, it's Arthur.

Again.

You surprise me, you really do.

Because it's all become... a bit petty now.

Sure, mistakes were made, nobody's saying they weren't.

But from where we were sitting... Could you take a look over my statement?

I've sent it via email.

[soft, intriguing music] For fuck's sake.

♪♪♪ I, um, have prepared a brief statement.

Our family has suffered a terrible loss.

Over the past couple of weeks... Oh.

Um, our family has suffered a terrible loss over the last couple of weeks.

While we are relieved that charges have been brought against Pete Benedict... Mr.

Wakefield?

Can I finish?

We have been shown evidence of possible criminality in your purchase of a company called Allied Ciro-cell.

Do you have a comment?

- I'm sorry?

- Several dozen emails, an order to hack the emails of a company director, a valuation done under the guise of a tax audit, and a demand from a debt collection agency that doesn't actually exist.

Would you like to respond?

I'm sorry, but... can you speak up a bit?

- REPORTERS: Mr.

Wakefield!

- [overlapping questions] [journalist] These are very serious allegations.

[shutters clicking] [horn honking] [vehicle approaching] - Hi.

- Hi.

BERGERAC: Hey.

Oh, wow.

So you've got it working, then?

Well, I rolled it out of the garage and, um... Progress kind of tailed off after that.

CHARLIE: Hello.

- What time do you call this?

- Early.

- Hmm.

- Wow.

Look at that classic from a bygone era in need of repair.

That's entrapment.

The therapist says that... Kim's doing really well.

Did you ask him if he killed anyone?

Yeah.

He said no.

So... no harm done.

Is that what you're trying not to say?

I thought we'd agreed a ceasefire.

In earshot of Kim's, I recall.

I'm a broken record, I know.

But the rage I feel towards you, I don't know what to do with it all.

I will make things okay again.

I do hope so, Jim.

You've never had an enemy like me.

Don't forget.

Kim's school concert on Friday.

I'll get a taxi there so as to avoid coming out and finding my car on bricks.

- [Bergerac scoffs] - Bye, darling.

Er... Do you know anything about cars?

No, I was hoping you did.

So why did Mom get it for you?

Um... She said I needed a project.

Said you were her project.

BERGERAC: What?

[both chuckle] No, what?

Remember when she'd lost all her hair?

And we'd go out, and she'd pull her wig so it was slightly lopsided.

And she'd be talking to people completely normally.

She'd be like, "Yes, no, no, I know."

And I'd be in the corner crying.

[soft music] [deep exhale] Um... What do you want for dinner?

Don't mind.

♪♪♪ Did I ever tell you about the time I met your mom?

You did.

But tell me again.

♪♪♪ Ah.

That was uh... ♪♪♪ [theme music] ♪♪♪